The man, still smiling, looked at him shrewdly. "Well, I don't know, I'm sure; I may 'a' seen you." "Did you ever see that gentleman?" said David Arden, as Mr. Longcluse entered the room. The ex-detective looked also shrewdly at Longcluse, but without any light of recognition. "I may have seen him, Sir. Yes, I saw him in Saint George's, Hanover Square, the day Lord Charles Dillingsworth married Miss Wygram, the _hairess_. I saw him at Sydenham the second week in February last when the Freemasons' dinner was there; and I saw him on the night of the match between Hood and Markham, at the Saloon Tavern." "Do you know my name?" said David Arden. "Well, no, I don't at present remember." "Do you know that gentleman's name?" "His name?" "Ay, his name." "Well, no; I may have heard it, and I may bring it to mind, by-and-by." Longcluse smiled and shrugged, looking at Mr. Arden, and he said to the man-- "So you don't know _that_ gentleman's name, nor mine?" The man looked at each, hard and a little anxiously, like a person who feels that he may be making a very serious mistake; but after a pause he said decisively--"No, I don't at present. I say I don't know your names, either of you gentlemen, and I _don't_." The two gentlemen exchanged glances. "Is either of us as tall as Mr. Longcluse?" asked David Arden, standing up. The man stood up also, to make his inspection. "You're both," he said, after a pause, "much about his height." "Is either of us like him?" "No," answered Davies, after a pause. "Did you write these letters?" asked Mr. Longcluse laughing. "Well, I did, or I didn't, and what's that to you?" "Something, as you shall know presently." "I think you're trying it on. I reckon this is a bit of a plant. I don't care a scratch o' that pencil if it be. I wrote them letters, and I said nothin' but what's true, and I'll go with you now to the station if you like, and tell all I knows." The fellow seemed nettled, and laughed viciously a little, and swaggered at the close of his speech. The faintest flush imaginable tinged Longcluse's forehead, as he shot a searching glance at him. "No, we don't want that," said he; "but you may be of more use in another way, although just now you are in the wrong box, and have mistaken your man, for _I_ am Mr. Longcluse. You have been misinformed, you see, as to the identity of the person you suspect; but some person you have, no doubt, in your mind, and possibly a case worth sifting, although you have been deceived as to his name. Describe the appearance of the man you supposed to be Mr. Longcluse. You may be frank with me; I mean you no harm."